Doc says my cough and breathless ness is a crise d'asthma and has given heavy doses of cortisone. You have to trust someone and for all he's a boy child he must have been trained so I'm complying. Which is me telling myself it's all right to feel this weird. Got to studio for 9.00am and had to stop at 10.00 knackered, despite this day is clear and entirely devoted to studio work. Coffee, lots of - and better luck later. Getting fed up with the meal I'm painting - let it be done, with all its flaws.
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